"Sans, can I talk to you again?"

Low and behold, when Sans looked up from his equations, there was Gaster. Did he find out?

"Sure?" Sans said slowly. "Is this about your girlfriend?"

"Yes."

Instead of leading them outside, or even beating around the bush, Gaster dragged up a chair and sat it right in front of Sans' desk. Okay then. Very upfront about what he wanted to talk about, then.

"I want to take the next steps with my girlfriend. We've only ever talked over discord or text, I've never seen her before. I want to meet her. Hold her hand, give her the love that she deserves."

Sans swallowed down a blush. "Oh, so you want to uh... do that, don't ya?"

"Yes. I'm certain I want to take our relationship to the next level. But I'm not sure how. She said she was busy this week so we can't do it yet, but... I need advice over this."

Sans looked around the office. So Gaster didn't find out it was him. Okay, good. But he didn't want to do this out in front of people, especially since some knew Sans played video games. Gaster might not be very close with anyone here, but if anyone overheard... He didn't want to risk it.

"I don't know much about her, so I'm not sure if I could give much advice." Sans shrugged, "Not to mention I'm kinda swamped with work, need to get these all signed. Maybe after work?"

~~~~~~

And Sans was now inside of Gasters house.

Naturally Gaster lived in the rich part of the Capital, with a high fence and a house practically equivalent to a mansion. Sans felt insultingly poor when he walked in, kicking off his slippers and following the scientist.

At least Sans knew Gaster in real life to be able to talk him down. Then again, this whole mess wouldn't be happening if they didn't know each other in real life.

"So what do you like about her?" Sans asked, sitting down at the counter with a bottle of ketchup in his hands.

"Everything." Gaster sighed, almost dreamily, leaning against his arm. "I think about her all the time. She's perfect."

He did not settle down, did he? Sans kept his outside appearance calm, but internally, he was screaming.

"Oh, you got a catch then, huh?"

"I don't care if you believe me or not. But she is perfect. Everything about her. I have no reason to, but I think about her every minute."

Sans avoided his gaze. "Why don't you just straight up tell her that, then?"

"What great advice, Sans. I like her so much, and I know she's a bit shy, I don't want to scare her away. But to hold her hand, to kiss her... that'd be great."

Once again, Sans felt guilt. Pure guilt. Gaster was so in love, with nothing but a persona.

"You met her online, right?" Sans asked, "But you've never seen her. What if she wasn't who she said she was? What if she was a guy?"

There, plant the idea into Gasters mind. So eventually it'd drive him crazy and break it off himself.

"I don't think I'd mind."

Sans almost spit out his ketchup.

~~~~~~

Sans never walked so fast inside of his life. His hands were placed firmly on his cheeks, hiding the present blue glow as he pressed forward. Why was his soul going crazy? Why couldn't he stop thinking about Gaster?

His phone buzzed in his pocket, signifying a call. Just feeling it buzz against the fabric caused Sans' blush to intensify, knowing he'd be talking to Gaster.

So, he ducked into a nearby bathroom, locking the stall door before he answered.

"Hi Rebecca. What are you doing?"

"Oh, hi!" Sans nervously sat down onto the closed toilet lid. "I was out running errands. What about you?"

"A friend of mine left his work bag at my house, so I'm going to give it back to him."

Sans, hearing that, patted the side of his pelvis where the bag usually hung. Yup. He left it at Gasters house. Darn it.

"I called because I missed hearing your voice. So - god damnit!"

The sudden pitch in tone made Sans jolt up. "Is everything okay?"

"I'm fine, a stranger just bumped into me and spilled their coffee onto my shirt. I now have to go wash it off... fuck, where's a bathroom?"

He held onto his phone even when someone spilled coffee onto him?

That was... kind of sweet, in a way.

The outside door to the bathroom creaked open as Sans started to talk. "To be honest, I'm surprised you like me as much as you do. I'm just someone who plays video games, there isn't much to that... but thank you. It means a lot."

Wait, was there an echo? Why did Sans hear his voice twice?

"Rebecca?"

Sans, too, heard that voice twice. Once from his phone, once from...

Footsteps shuffled in front of his stall door. Looking down, he saw Gasters shoes.

Oh fuck.

"Rebecca, it's me, Gaster!" Gaster said, trying to open the thankfully locked door.

"Rebecca, I'm... I don't know who that is," Sans tried to lie, cringing when he heard his voice echo from Gaster's phone. He quickly hung up, but it was already too late.

"Rebecca, I know your voice. You don't have to lie to me. Are you going to the bathroom? Sorry, I'm a skeleton, I'm not used to bathroom privacy things, so I'll stay out. But why don't we go get dinner?"

"I don't want you to see me!"

Another step forward. "Why not? You're beautiful no matter what you look like."

"But I - I'm not wearing makeup!"

"You look perfect without makeup."

"And I'm wearing ugly clothes."

"It doesn't matter what you wear to me."

"I can't. I'm scared."

Years of fake crying over video calls worked well in Sans' favor. After all, he had been getting some free stuff from other people far before he did it to Gaster. Now he could make a sniffle on command.

"You don't have to be scared, Rebecca. It's only me. We've been dating for six months, I... I don't understand why you're still scared of me."

That's right, it had been six months. Wow. Sans forgot he had been online dating Gaster for so long. But despite Sans' attempts, Gaster stayed put outside of the door. His fake crying wasn't getting him squat right now.

"Fine, I'll -" Sans stood up, and walked right in front of the closed door. "I'll open the door, in three seconds."

He'd love to teleport, but his shortcut abilities were why he was even hired in the first place. If he did it now, Gaster would definitely know who was behind the door from the magic. So he'd have to rely on his legs, something Sans typically couldn't do.

Giving no chance for Gaster to reply, Sans threw open the door, hitting Gaster square in the face for a momentary distraction and taking that time to nope out.

~~~~~~

The next day, Sans punched in his timecard, lightly sighing to himself. He had run a pretty good distance, and now his legs were screaming with utter pain, begging for Sans to never walk again. And frankly, he was considering it a little bit. Maybe he could forever roll to each destination.

"Hello Sans." Despite what happened last night, Gaster walked in, humming happily as he stamped in hos own time card. "It's such a pleasant morning, isn't it?"

"Uh, sure?" Sans said, "But don't you usually come in later in the day?"

"I do, but I wanted to come see my boyfriend first. By the way, you do run fast."

Sans was going to chuckle, until he finally processed what Gaster meant. Fuck, how did he -

"I saw you before you managed to hit me with the door," Gaster said. He leaned down, and ever so gently, placed a light kiss on Sans' forehead. "Come on into my office, I brought breakfast."

~~~~~~

Sans sat nervously, tapping his feet as Gaster ate breakfast as if he wasn't hit with the biggest revelation.

"I'm a guy." Sans was blatant.

"I know," Gaster said.

"Why aren't you mad?" Sans leaned forward in his seat. "I lied to you!"

Gaster shrugged. "It doesn't matter. You're still the same person I fell in love with."

Sans stuttered on his words. Seriously? That was the reaction? No yelling, no anger, just plain acceptance? Gaster seriously was fine with this complete revelation of a lie?

"Do ya... do yer really love me that much?" Sans asked quietly, staring at Gaster.

He leaned forward, and another kiss was pressed against Sans' forehead. "Yes, I do. I never lied." He then presented Sans his own plate of breakfast. "Now go ahead and eat."